Gu Yuan's Melancholy, the Secret of Xun Er's Origins

Xiao Yan's Panmen had managed to pull through by selling medicinal pills, but Han Xian of the Medicine Gang was not about to let them off easily.

After all, the Medicine Gang had always monopolized the Inner Courtyard's pill trade. Xiao Yan selling pills on his own was a direct challenge to them.

Whether by sentiment or reason, Han Xian could not simply stand by.

"Elder Fu Ye, do any of the pills you refine make people taller and more handsome?"

Elder Liu, who oversaw the tower, sidled up to Fu Ye and asked cautiously.

"Yes, but such pills are only temporary, and taking too many may affect your cultivation."

"Ah... then forget it."

Before Fu Ye, Xiao Yan was competing against Han Xian in alchemy.

Their contest was to refine a fifth-tier pill—the Dragon Power Pill.

The outcome was obvious.

In order to win, Han Xian condensed a useless pill that had form but no medicinal effect.

Meanwhile, that reckless brute Xiao Yan endured an exploding furnace and successfully refined his pill.

Seeing this, the elders of the alchemy department quietly turned their gazes toward Fu Ye.

Yet Fu Ye's eyes remained as still as an ancient well, without the slightest emotional change.

It was as though everything had long been within his grasp.

"Alchemy is so boring. Those White Gang fools are too useless. So many days have passed—why haven't they fought their way into Panmen's territory yet?"

Fu Ye muttered under his breath, making no effort whatsoever to lower his voice.

The surrounding elders all fell silent upon hearing him.

As expected of Fu Ye. He had no desire to win or lose, only an obsession with finding entertainment.

The corner of Xiao Yan's eye twitched slightly as well.

The White Gang had kept him overwhelmed and